But since when did my mentality completely depart from that of young people?
I am 19 years old now... not much older than Ali, but the title of "elder" is not justifiable here. What has changed is my mentality, my thoughts are different...
"Master." The call woke her up. A greasy and crispy roasted rabbit leg was handed to her. This was the puppet trying to take credit for her again.
"You know everything." He sighed and took the rabbit leg and took a bite. I can only say that there is a reason why Ashley doesn't eat this.
The taste of this uncastrated game is definitely not as good as that of domestic livestock. The meat is a bit tough and needs to be torn into pieces along the fibers to be chewed. To be honest, Hitzfeld found it a little difficult to eat. If there is no seasoning, she will not touch this meat.
After dinner, Raymond washed his hands directly in the pool and took the opportunity to test the water quality.
"The water from the tea seeds is much lighter than last time." He walked into Hitzfeld with a wooden bowl hewn with a knife and handed it to her. "It has become running water again."
Hitzfeld looked at the thing and then rolled his eyes at him: "…Did you taste it?"
"Of course, otherwise how can I be sure it tastes bland."
"I don't think that's something Instructor Raymond would do."
When this person encountered this strange phenomenon, he immediately led his people back. It can be seen that he is a very cautious person and is always on high alert against any environment where evil spirits may appear.
So why would he want to taste the water in this pond which looks so strange?
"That means you don't know enough about the Flint Knight, Miss Detective." Raymond smiled rarely, "You should know that there are metal toxins accumulated in our lungs. That kind of heat will not allow other dirty things to occupy the territory."
In other words, most of the dirt will be strangled by the toxins in the knight's lungs?
Hitzfeld didn't say anything, but just looked at him a few more times, silently guessing his age.
She had heard that metal toxins had this function, but it required the toxins to accumulate to a certain level.
How old is he, with so much poison accumulated in his body?
He dares to smoke even though he is poisoned by so many drugs. Is he really not afraid of exploding like a powder keg?
Ignoring Instructor Raymond's own problems and returning to the water quality, they were basically certain that there was indeed something strange about the environment here.
"It should be a phenomenon similar to the cavity at work," Hitzfeld speculated. "That is, the underground water outlet channel is too winding, and air is generated at certain corners, affecting the transportation efficiency. When this efficiency is compressed by external factors, the channel will be temporarily blocked until the air inside is pushed forward by external pressure, and the entire water transport channel will resume operation."
Raymond was confused by these words. He had never thought of such a possibility.
"Where does the water come from here?" Hitzfeld asked him.
Raymond still didn't understand and just stood there without answering.
"Where does all the water sources around here come from?" Hitzfeld could only modify the description.
"Shuangshen Peak." This time Raymond understood and pointed in the direction of the mountain. "The snow on Shuangshen Peak melted down... If this water really has a source, this should be the only possibility."
After discussing for a while without any clue, as the temperature kept dropping, they went to rest separately.
It is very difficult to spend the night in the wild in this kind of winter, and keeping warm is a big problem. Raymond’s solution here is to "bury him alive."
He moved the bonfires away, dug deep into the soil to make shallow pits, lay down in them and covered them with hot dry soil, and added a windshield, so the warmth could last for nearly two hours.
It sounds short, but two hours of comfortable sleep in the wild is already a big deal. Raymond ordered Ashley and Ali to take turns to keep watch, and he himself lay down in the pit and fell asleep.
In comparison, Hitzfeld's place seemed cleaner: Walnut found some hot charcoal ashes and spread them on the floor of the hut, covered it with a few clothes, curled up inside and felt warm, almost making people forget that it was still a freezing cold winter outside.
Hitzfeld was quite happy - the knights might not care about getting their clothes dirty with dust, after all, "surviving" was more important no matter how you looked at it; and she - she very much agreed with this attitude, if necessary she didn't mind sacrificing her clothes, but if there was any other way she wouldn't be stupid enough not to choose it.
She doesn't need to sleep, but she needs a space to continue reading.
Walnut said she was not afraid of the cold and insisted on staying outside on guard. Hitzfeld couldn't persuade her, so he just ignored her and retreated into the hut, covered her feet that were most sensitive to the cold with a coat, and lit a white candle.
This thing is called a thatched hut, but in fact it is just a cone-shaped pile of grass made of branches, weeds and mud. The space inside is relatively small, and she has to fold her legs to lie down.
After carefully adding a few drops of wax to fix the candle in the soil, Hitzfeld opened the book, found a long-leaf bookmark, and continued reading by the firelight.
[Note ⑩: Dismatic's research on the sea of time]
"You again." Hitzfeld remembered this name. This scholar named Dismatic insisted that the "Sea of Time" really existed. He believed that it was the "Mother River" described in the Nemo mythology and was also a common worship of many primitive tribes.
[At first glance, "Travels in the South China Sea" is just an ordinary adventure diary, and even the descriptions in many places are vague, which is not a good product. However, the several "phenomena" mentioned in the adventure are very worthy of people's attention, especially the "Mother River", which is why it can attract so many later scholars to explore and prove it.]
[It’s the same for me. It was the ‘Mother River’ that inspired me to remember a document I had deciphered. What did the strange image described in it mean? It was a distortion of time and space, and the last remnant of mystery in the world.]
[But unfortunately, we have no way to prove it. The myth of the era I live in seems to have disappeared. Although many documents have described the grandeur of that era, what we enjoy every day is just the most ordinary life, no different from that of ordinary people.]
[This is too unbearable... I personally firmly believe in the existence of the Mother River, so I must find a way to prove that "Travels in the South China Sea" is not a lie.]
Chapter 69: Pond Transformation III
This is another person who has nothing to do after eating.
Hitzfeld thought silently.
Some people really don't understand how rare ordinary days are. The era in which Dismatic lived should have been a period when the Kingdom of God had retreated far away and the evil gray fog had not yet completely invaded. These were extremely rare and peaceful days, but he was always thinking about looking for excitement.
Can you bear the price of touching the truth?
Taking into account what she had heard and seen, especially in combination with her own experience, for a moment she had dark thoughts, wishing that this dull scholar would suffer a little in the pursuit.
But he...right? He has the leisure to write down what he has learned here, which means that he is probably fine. This is really annoying.
[I discovered something that many people have overlooked, that is, there is also linkage between the native tribes.]
[For example, the Nemo tribe mentioned in the book, these Nemo people did not originally intend to attack the stranded sailors there - they could not have foreseen that a group of outsiders would have a shipwreck nearby, so their actual target should be other native tribes stationed in the archipelago, and the reason they attacked each other might be that they had different beliefs.]
faith?
Hitzfeld had to admit that there was a reason why this man took up so much space. He discovered a very clever new angle on how the beliefs and culture of the native tribes were formed.
If it were Earth, this question would probably be meaningless, because the mystery there is not obvious, and the few supernatural forces are still external invasions, and they are firmly contained within a certain range by the Corpse Stitchers, and cannot have much impact on the outside world.
But Changxia-Namiya world is different. There are real gods here and they are local gods. From birth to death, local gods will inevitably have a huge impact on the cultural process of the entire world. They will become symbols and remain in people's hearts, and this phenomenon will not change because of the high level of culture.
If a well-educated Sarai and a stupid and ignorant native really met God, they would both shout loudly and kneel down to worship God.
So what caused the native tribes like the Nemo people to abandon their spiritual heritage and worship the spiritual sea... The reasons behind this are indeed worth pondering.
She continued reading, and was a little speechless when she saw that Dismatic had decided to go himself. He wanted to walk the adventure route described in the South China Sea Travel Notes and see with his own eyes the many deserted islands in the southern part of Aisha Continent and what kind of beliefs the savage tribes there had.
This thought can only be described as death. Although there was not such a thick gray fog on the sea at that time, the pirate forces were even more rampant, especially in places like Elsa where there was no unified kingdom. There were almost a lot of miscellaneous lords who ruled independently, and many pirates were even troops raised by the coastal lords.
It was really inappropriate for her to wander around Elsa South China Sea under such background conditions, but as she read on, Hitzfeld's mouth gradually opened wide - she once again confirmed a truth, that is, there must be a reason behind any abnormal thing.
[This is not an easy road to travel. I encountered pirates on my first trip out to sea. A group of nearly 20 people jumped onto our ship and killed everyone they saw. I was sleeping in the cabin at the time and was very annoyed when I was woken up. I had no choice but to kill them all and then go back to sleep.]
[There were no abnormalities in the following days. The scenery of the South China Sea is very beautiful! I always read about the customs here in books in the past, and now I have come here in person! It is definitely not an exaggeration!]
[From the fifth day on, I encountered pirates one after another. I was in a bad mood, so I killed them all and tried to threaten the captain to keep it a secret for me.]
...I think you have no respect for the sacred profession of pirate!
Hitzfeld flipped through several pages, all of which were brief descriptions of the fight between Dismatic and the pirates.
Sometimes they were legitimate pirates, sometimes they were fellow merchant ships that wanted to rob their fellow pirates, and sometimes it was simply the lord's army that wanted to play pirate - and without exception, they were all crushed to pieces by him with just a gun and a sword.
After a long pause, she turned to the front and searched carefully, and finally saw in a very inconspicuous paragraph: [I am still confident in my swordsmanship. Although it is not as good as my academic level, it should not be a problem to deal with a few thieves.]
"……"A broken sword went straight to Southeast Asia. This is more than just confidence, it's simply the reincarnation of the Sword Saint!
Hitzfeld took a few deep breaths and decided not to dwell on any abnormalities about this weirdo.
What is she struggling with?
She was not here to study Dismatic. The stronger he was, the better it was for her, because it meant he could travel farther and had a higher chance of making a discovery.
Sure enough - as she continued to read, Dismatic finally found a deserted island and landed.
His academic accomplishment and swordsmanship skills were inseparable from his training since childhood, which shows that his family was also very well-off. He paid a large sum of money to the ship and asked them to leave gunpowder, tents, water, medicine and other supplies, and come to pick him up after a month.
[Tianlun Island is one of the few deserted islands marked on the South China Sea map. Thank God, there are no pirates here. Even if there are, they only use this place as a temporary trading place. No one will come here to search me for nothing.]
"..." Hitzfeld tried hard not to think about how strange this person's train of thought was and turned the page.
[It is worth mentioning that there are native tribes on this island. I learned a little bit of the native language from the captain before coming here, but the captain said that the local native tribes often fight each other. Sometimes in spring, one tribe is the overlord, and in summer, another tribe takes over. The languages of these tribes are not exactly the same. Goddess, please bless me so that what I have learned will not make me an enemy.]
As it turned out, he was lucky, because that happened to be the source of the "Tina language" he learned - the Tina tribe controlled the island. The Tina people were an indigenous tribe that was relatively friendly to outsiders. They warmly welcomed the scholar and provided him with good food and drink for a period of time.
During this period, Dismatic has been exploring and studying the mythological origins of the Tina tribe. He discovered that the Tina people also have a branch of belief and worship that is similar to the Mother River - that is, they also believe that the souls of the dead will return in the sea fog, and the phenomenon they describe, that is, "the souls of ancestors whose bodies are composed of blue light", which is the same as the spiritual sea and the spiritual tide, as well as what is recorded in "Travels in the South China Sea".
[This means that my research direction is not wrong!] He excitedly left a record here, [I studied a total of 17 native tribes, and found the isotope of the mother river in all beliefs. This shows that the time sea is likely to be real, because only if they actually see this phenomenon will they change their beliefs on a large scale - or branch their beliefs! This means that the ghost ship in "Travels in the South China Sea" is not accidental, and those ghost deeds are not legends! There are really mysterious remnants in the world! It's on the sea! Right here!]
He was so excited that the original letter printed in the book was written in an extremely sloppy handwriting, which made Hitzfeld very painful to read.
Well - in fact, her discovery so far is already big enough. The probability of the existence of the Sea of Time has been raised by several orders of magnitude. She must seriously consider the changes in the pool - and the special spiritual sea of Dongquan Island, and whether the mysterious space behind it may be related to this Sea of Time.
Until she saw the last paragraph:
[When I was about to leave, the chief of the Tina people invited me to a place. When I arrived, I found that he wanted to give me gifts. They were actually the last relics left by the victims.]
[Most of these things are useless to me. The guns are either rusted or deformed. I have no interest in them, but some parchments that are well preserved are of particular interest to me.]
[This should be a logbook? Or part of a will. My idea is that since these people died, some of them might have seen the Sea of Time before. So I carefully searched through the information and actually found a few.]
[An unknown sailor left a record saying that ghosts haunted the sea, and he saw something similar to the merchant ship he was on... The people on that ship were the same as here, and he even saw himself looking at him from the other side in confusion.]
[And this——]
[This account is about land... like a memoir, it records a strange place called Twin Peaks, where strange phenomena of time disorder appear.]
Chapter 70: Tan Transformation 4
Twin Peaks… This description immediately reminded Hitzfeld of the nearby Twin Peaks.
The shape is indeed very similar, and Raymond also said that it used to have a more vulgar name, so it seems to be referring to this place.
However, the world is big and there is a possibility that there are places with the same name. Hitzfeld wanted to look at the description at the end to confirm it, but when he turned to the next page, he found that the content suddenly changed.
Dismatic's tone changed, and he became like a different person.
She looked closely - wasn't it another person? The title of the page read [11: Research on the Mother River of Belusha]... There must be a page missing in the middle?
Bend the book as far as possible to both sides, and be very careful to see some serrations at the bottom of the page interlayer.
This means that there should be another page of paper at this position, and someone tore it off early.
Realizing this, Hitzfeld shuddered violently.
A series of thoughts converged in her mind, and she immediately realized that if this was not what Mrs. Glee did back then - in fact, this possibility was very small - then this was most likely done by the mysterious master.
Considering why "Travels in the South China Sea" appeared on her bookshelf, which was within her reach, but the more important "Annotations and Interpretations" was hidden very deeply, the secrets that might be hidden behind it really made it impossible for her to ignore it.
Have I ever come to this place quietly?
She began to consider the possibility.
When I'm on the train, I occasionally have flashbacks, as if it's not the first time I've taken this train and taken this route... I originally thought it was just a mess of memory, but now it seems that it was a warning?
Is it possible that the mysterious master studied the Sea of Time during the time I lived alone, and came to Shuangshen Peak to conduct research?
Could it be that I am the source of the abnormality in this pond?
Hitzfeld was instinctively reluctant to accept this conjecture, but she knew that the logic was correct and the probability that it was true was very high.
She sat up from the position where she was lying on her stomach reading a book, not noticing that her clothes had slipped off her body. She stared blankly into the corner with her one eye, wondering if she had been a little too selfish to hide this matter until now.
She had been unable to get over the fact before, thinking that if she was convicted or even executed for this, it would be too unfair to Lengdis’s sacrifice - this was an outcome she absolutely could not tolerate now.
But if you think about it carefully, the mysterious lord is not her after all. The bad consequences caused by the mysterious lord will inevitably be partly blamed on her in the end. But as long as the Sara people are not crazy, they can't do anything to her.
Her past merits were enough to atone for her sins and even more to spare. Even if they were not enough, they still needed her eyes to find the evil god.
So the reason why I refused to tell the truth was probably because I was worried about exposing the true information of Lendis...
I doubt that once it has begun, it will never end. Even if Alvin doesn't care about this matter like Charuni who forgave Xia - even if it's just for my health, they will definitely send a professional doctor to read my dream...
Hitzfeld was unwilling to do this. She clenched her fists and felt that if she had to find someone to confide the secret to, she would only confide it to Xia.
And even if I tell them, what can they do?
There are five people at the scene, three of them are knights. The knights rely on brute force to fight against evil spirits. If there are any mysterious means hidden behind the pool, they will not be able to counter them in time. Saying more will only cause more trouble.
Then it all depends on me.
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld could no longer sit there. She quickly put on her shoes and coat and got up from the warm bed. As soon as she opened the straw curtain, a biting cold wind cut her face like a knife.
As the night deepened, the temperature below the snow-capped mountains also dropped. The unique structure of the Shuangshen Peaks determined that the night wind in this area would be particularly strong. The water-net trees were constantly rustling in the wind, and combined with the gloomy environment, it was as if something was hiding in the darkness and laughing strangely.
This reminded Hitzfeld of what happened in the town of Barvik, except that it wasn't so cold then.
"Master?" Walnut's voice came from the side, "Why did you come out?"
